155: Chapter 155 Listen, this is a funeral song.

"Hum——!!!"

It was not the ringing of a bell.

The sound was more like thousands of fingernails frantically scratching against a rusted iron plate, mixed with the death rattle of someone dying.

The ghost statue in the corner opened its maw wide, and the dark red skull head that Gu Yan had modified frantically vibrated.

The blood marrow crystals embedded in the energy slot instantly turned to ash, and a visible dark red ripple swept across the entire area in a fan shape, centered on the ghost statue.

"Ugh..."

The three Lin Family Disciples standing at the very front had only just formed half of their hand seals.

The ripple swept past.

Their movements froze instantly. Immediately after, their eyeballs bulged out simultaneously, their eye sockets split open, and two streams of blood sprayed out.

Bang, bang, bang.

There were no screams, only muffled sounds like watermelons exploding.

Three heads exploded directly. Before the red and white matter could even hit the ground, it was shattered into a mist of blood by the eerie sound wave.

"Ah! My head!!"

The remaining dozen or so Disciples, though slightly further away, were no better off. They knelt on the ground clutching their ears, blood gushing between their fingers. The "Blood River Grand Array" that had just taken shape collapsed in an instant. The beams of light extinguished, and the Spiritual Qi dissipated.

"What kind of evil object is this!?"

Lin Canghai felt as if his Sea of Consciousness had been violently stirred by a large, barbed hand.

He was a Golden Core Cultivator after all, and his Divine Soul strength far exceeded that of an ordinary person. At the moment the sound wave struck, a golden light lit up between his brows, forcibly resisting the first wave of impact.

But even so, his movements stiffened for a moment. Two snakes of blood meandered down from his nostrils, dripping onto the soft armor on his chest.

It was precisely this moment.

Gu Yan moved.

He did not pay attention to the small fry rolling on the ground; the obsidian floor beneath his feet exploded with a roar.

Swoosh!

Like lightning, the black shadow crashed directly through the sky full of blood mist.

Strike while you are weak to take your life.

Gu Yan instantly appeared in front of Lin Canghai, less than three inches away. The spikes on the soul-shattering knuckles had already touched Lin Canghai's Protective Aura.

"Open up for me!"

Gu Yan roared lowly, the muscles in his right arm bulging, and his tendons twanged like bowstrings.

Crack.

The originally impregnable Golden Core Stage Protective Aura now showed a hint of stagnation because Lin Canghai's Divine Soul was injured and his spiritual power was unstable.

This hint of stagnation was the opening.

The soul-shattering knuckles, carrying a shrill black wind, forcibly punched through the Protective Aura and slammed heavily into Lin Canghai's chest.

Clang!

That dark gold soft armor saved his life. The soft armor shone brightly, blocking the fatal penetrating force for him, but the tremendous kinetic energy could not be neutralized.

"Pfft!"

Lin Canghai's sternum collapsed, and his whole body flew backward like a kicked sandbag for thirty zhang, crashing heavily into a stone pillar as thick as two people embracing in the depths of the main hall.

Rumble.

The stone pillar snapped at the waist.

Lin Canghai fell into the pile of rubble, opening his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"Damn it... damn it!!"

He climbed up, disheveled, the blood color in his eyes so thick it was about to drip out. He, a dignified Golden Core Elder, was actually being beaten like a dog by a Foundation Establishment Stage Body Cultivator!

"Gu Yan! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Lin Canghai went mad.

He no longer cared about his spiritual power, gripping that "blood-drinking mad blade" tightly with both hands.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The ghost head on the hilt seemed to come alive, extending countless tiny tentacles that pierced directly into Lin Canghai's palms.

He was sacrificing his own vital blood.

"Blood-Drinking · Spirit Slaughter!"

Lin Canghai roared, slashing horizontally with his blade.

There was no massive blade aura, only a red line as thin as a gossamer thread, silently slicing through the air.

But wherever this red line passed, space itself seemed to twist slightly.

Gu Yan's scalp went numb.

This strike could not be parried.

Without thinking, he kicked off the ground with both legs, launching himself toward the top of the main hall.

Sss.

The red line swept past where he had just been standing, making no sound. But the incredibly hard ghost statue behind him, as well as half the walls of the main hall, slid down neatly like tofu.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"Dodging? Let's see how many times you can dodge!"

Lin Canghai looked like a mad demon, waving the long blade in his hand frantically.

Sss, sss, sss.

A dozen red lines wove into a net of death, sealing off all of Gu Yan's landing spots.

High on the beam, Jiang Wanrou watched, her hands and feet ice-cold. With an attack of this level, if Gu Yan even grazed it, he would be cut in half.

"Don't be in such a hurry to die."

Gu Yan was in mid-air, with nowhere to leverage force.

But he did not panic.

He suddenly flung the corpse of a Lin Family Disciple from his storage ring.

Pfft.

The corpse hit the red line and was instantly dismembered into a dozen pieces of flesh.

Using this resistance, Gu Yan forcibly twisted his waist in mid-air, tapped his toes on a piece of flying rubble, and his figure refracted eerily, slipping through the gaps in the red lines.

Slap.

He landed, standing right at the edge of the blood pool.

"Old dog, your blade technique is not bad."

Gu Yan panted heavily, the mask on his face split by the overflowing Saber Qi from earlier, revealing one eye as black as ink.

He pointed to the Lin Family Disciples on the ground who were already dead.

Under the "Funeral Bell" bombardment earlier and Lin Canghai's indiscriminate attacks, those twenty-plus elite Disciples had all turned into rotting meat on the ground.

"Pity, your Disciples and grand-Disciples don't seem very resistant to being slashed."

Lin Canghai's movements froze.

He looked around.

The ground was covered in severed limbs, and blood flowed like a river. Those hopes of the Family he had brought, those seeds prepared to revitalize the Lin Family, were all gone now.

Dead, all of them.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Lin Canghai roared at the sky, two lines of blood tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Gu Yan! Even if I have to shatter my Golden Core today, I will drag you down with me!"

Boom!

The Golden Core inside him began to rotate in reverse. A Spiritual Pressure of extreme violence erupted from his body, causing the surrounding rubble to float up and then shatter.

He was burning his Golden Core.

He was going all out.

Gu Yan looked at the maddened Lin Canghai, not only did he not retreat, but he flexed his wrists and tightened the soul-shattering knuckles, which were stained with blood and flesh, even further.

"Want to risk your life?"

Gu Yan grinned, a smile even more ferocious than this shura field:

"Perfect, the warm-up is over."

"Next, let's play something where fists hit flesh."